Ashley starts stealing

Having a good idea of what was coming next, I couldn’t help but feel the thrill of anticipation building within me as Ashley shifted down the bed. Turning away from me, I admired her ass for a moment while she opened up her bag to search for her next prop, but re-adopted my wide-eyed look of faux terror when she faced me again.

“I enjoyed your lip service,” She stated, the unassuming strip of leather in her hand suggesting little of her intentions, “But from now on, that’s all your mouth is used for, got it?”

I willingly walked into the trap, “Um, okay. If you say- Ow!”

Ashley, of course, slapped me mid-sentence. “You may be cute, but you’re dumb, aren’t you?”

I wisely kept my mouth shut this time.

“Good boy. You only open that mouth when I say so.” I nodded my acknowledgement. “Good. Open up.” Again, I obeyed, parting my jaws and allowing Ashley to jam a pair of fingers into my mouth, not deep enough to make me gag, but enough to establish control. She quickly withdrew her fingers though, trailing my saliva up and around my face as she familiarized herself with me.

“I wasn’t planning to steal a boy when I came here, but I’ll have to make do,” She sighed, before bringing her collected tool into focus. “This is a blindfold,” She explained, as if I wasn’t the one who loaned it to her, “Like your tongue, your gaze is now for me, and me alone. Is that clear?” I didn’t have much choice in the matter, so I nodded, and she reached up to place the soft leather over my eyes, cutting off what little light I had and placing me in complete darkness. I lifted my head to allow her to fasten the strap in place, and then she pushed me back down.

Tied down, blindfolded, and forbidden from speaking, I was completely at Ashley’s mercy, and when I felt her warmth move away from me, it was a struggle not to call after her. But I trusted her not to simply leave me like that, and it was not long before I felt her take her position above me once more.

Ashley’s knees squeezed at my ribs and her hands found purchase on my shoulders. “I like you more like this,” She said, “Obedient, dependent, and needy.” I squirmed a bit for her. “You like this too, don’t you?” She asked, “Being stolen by a strong, sexy thief?” I didn’t answer audibly, of course, because I was a good boy, but after a moment’s pause I bit my lip and gave a slow, nervous nod. Ashley stroked my face possessively, “Good boy. Because you’ve been so cooperative, here’s a reward for you: From now on, if I ask you a direct question, you’re allowed to say ‘Yes, ma’am.’” I may have been blind, but I could practically hear Ashley’s grin, “Aren’t I a kind and generous thief?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I intoned, my voice breathy. I noticed, of course, that I wasn’t allowed to say “No, ma’am,” so it was difficult to argue.

“I’m glad you agree,” She said, leaning forward so her cloth-covered breasts pressed against my chest and her voice tickled my jaw, “Now, I’ve stolen your voice, and your vision, but I’m still not satisfied. Tell me, do you have more for me to steal?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I admitted.

“Good,” She said, “Because I just saw something I need to have.”